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Beju stands by the door to welcome with smiles,Author's Notes
Or give a sudden slap to tiny thieving hands,
For in his narrow shop with its rows of jars,
He keeps sweet tasting treasure from many lands.
Esheln soft and gritty in its lined box,
With its heady scent of honey and bitter nut.
A whole meffirb with its seeds to rattle for a babe.
Or sticky brown dried rings of meffirb ready cut.
Black crunchy sticks of talf,
To draw a sweet moustache and stain your tongue.
Little twists of kagolt in pink or green,
Never seem to last for very long.
A flower or animal moulded of bajolm,
A magnificent gift at an exorbitant price.
If you are not all choked up with your pride,
These balls of kaiffolt really taste just as nice.
A spicy lozenge of deikeln for a winter morn,
Just the thing to take away the chill.
You can eat these melting jraalth till your stomach churns,
But somehow you never seem to get your fill.
Mriilg and faald and natols laid on a tray,
Inspired by Deirdre M. Murphy's prompt of "sweets" in the May 2010 Muse Fusion
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